General Grievous's fleet began its operation.
He did not command the fleet to launch an immediate attack. At present, the remaining warships of the Galactic Empire were mostly on the other side of the battlefield, firing from afar in the direction of Lin Nanyi's fleet.
There were around four hundred of these warships, roughly divided into three clusters. They also appeared extremely loose. Their formation into such clusters was probably based on their usual personal relationships or shared interests.
But to General Grievous, such a deployment had become the perfect hunting ground!
He did not launch a direct attack against those Imperial warships, because that would instead stir the captains' fear of death and make them choose to resist desperately.
Besides, Lin Nanyi was already handling the task of directly damaging those overly aggressive warships, making their captains fear becoming cannon fodder and hesitate to advance.
What Grievous had to do was destroy their final will to resist!
He divided his fleet into seven formations and scattered them across the battlefield's perimeter, constantly attacking the Imperial warship clusters from seven different directions.
Before that overwhelming hatred, Grievous instead became calm.
General Grievous brought his command artistry to its peak. It was as though he had returned to thirty years ago, when he led Caladanian guerrillas through the jungles of Caladan Planet, constantly skirmishing with the Yamrii until he dragged them out of formation one by one and killed them!
Thirty years ago, he had led warriors of the Cold Weapon Era against invaders from the interstellar age. Under his command, his guerrillas became ghosts, became packs of wolves, became schools of sharks, endlessly prowling through complex terrain.
He was patient. Before his opponent revealed a fatal opening, he would never act rashly.
The beastly vertical pupils in his eyes gleamed